Long have we forgotten the mother of the world for her name no longer drifts upon the wind. Our ears have seemingly grown deaf to it...the sound of those stirring cords and their gentle cries. Blind to redemption and robbed of our faith, our backs turned to one another...we have risen a new goddess.

The godhead whose eyes glimpse into our world through our shattering cries. She steps where hearts break and minds reel in all their fears and emptiness. An unstable figure who has become our new mother....our...patron...a teetering effigy whose love is known most in our deepest of agonies...and we know her well.

She gives us what we want... pray each night to the stars she will hear that other voice in us...the one that doesn't deserve....this..

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Inspired by Sleepdealer's "Weed" which can be found here https://youtu.be/FHGXXPRk8OM